His Mark by B.L. Brooks
Nina
I’m tense,bouncing all over the place today and no matter how many times I scold myself, I can’t stop these nerves.
It’s been two days since Vance…uh, did something to me…something I’ve been missing since it happened.
Nothing has progressed. It’s like Vance just wanted to show me what he could do and then after that, ignore me so I can torture myself thinking about it every second of every day.
But he’s been busy. He’s been working these last two days non stop to where I haven’t seen him much at all. Staying in his loft is comfortable, so I never mind waiting for him to come back. Though the past few nights, I’ve been asleep by the time he gets home.
Even though he hasn’t touched me again, I know he wants to. I just don’t know what he’s waiting for…
I’ve had to lock myself in the bathroom at times and rub myself, seeking some sort of release to this dying pain but yet never having any luck as there’s only one person that can make this pain go away.
Vance may have twenty years on top of my eighteen, but being with him makes me feel safe…secure.
Though, it’s no secret he’s dangerous. People fear the man I’ve come to…love.
Yesterday, I got this rush to get out so I ended up tiptoeing down to the shop just to see what the day was looking like. I eavesdropped on Vance talking to a few other men who radiate power, though show respect and caution around him and Mateo. I’m fully aware of the kind of man Vance is—a mobster. And a cruel one at that.
But the less I know, the better.
“Don’t be a chicken, Nina,” I mutter, giving myself one last look in the mirror and leaving the bathroom to make my way to the kitchen.
I can’t take this pain anymore. I’m throwing out all the stops today.
I’m back to being dressed in my school uniform. It clearly worked wonders on Vance the first time so today, let’s hope it brings the same magic. Well, tonight to be more precise, I think, finishing off dinner as I ended up cooking.
Now, I’ll just wait for Vance to finish up downstairs. Hopefully, tonight’s not another late one but even if it is, I’m not falling asleep. Not this time.
After three hours of keeping busy and avoiding the clock, the door opens up and in walks Vance, looking delicious in a pair of black jeans and a white long sleeved shirt that’s sure to show his muscles off.
He’s so hot…like for real. I’m still baffled I’m the girl up here all day waiting for a man like Vance to come home.
He freezes in his tracks as he strides in, spotting me in the kitchen as I smile sweetly at him, blushing as I ask myself if this was even such a good idea.
His jaw tightens, his hands curling into fists at his sides. “Nina,” he growls, striding over as two hot blue lights take me in, coming at me like a freight train.
“Hi,” I whisper as he closes the gap, his hands clinging to my arms as he pulls me in, kissing me as I feel so…loved.
And tonight, I want us closer, deeper, giving each other what we need…or at least what I so desperately need after discovering these feelings days ago. I know I’m going to get it now as Vance sweeps me up, turning us around as he takes us out of the kitchen, lowering me onto his sectional.
Stretching my legs out, I look up at him. What I find is a pooling need behind those eyes, making the butterflies inside me pulse harder, my sex growing wet already.
A soft groan escapes his lips as he looks me over laying here.
“Take me,” I whisper, bending my knees as my skirt falls to my waist, exposing me. “I want you to take me…”
As he looks down, his eyes going hard with lust as he licks those fine lips, I know I ended up making the right choice tonight.
“Angel,” he grumbles, his eyes traveling along my thighs and around my covered pussy. “You’re not ready.”
“Bullshit,” I sneer, knowing I’m more than ready and I know he is too. “You want this,” I tell him. I take a breath and reach down, pulling my panties to my mid-thighs as I show him what I’ve done.
All smooth. Just for him.
“Ninaaaa,” he growls darkly as I begin running a finger through my slit, shivering at the sensations it brings forth with him watching me. With the hair gone, victim to a Google search and a razor, I feel ten times more sensitive and open.
Open to Vance’s eyes that are aching, causing my sex to ache in tandem as it only grows worse the longer he denies me.
“Please, just take me,” I beg, grazing my finger over my clit and finding his face to suddenly turn hard, a glint of possessive dominance resurfacing.
I’ve missed that look.
Vance steps away, bringing me relief as he begins tearing his tight shirt off his broad chest, shedding his jeans as the tattoo artist becomes the angry, ruthless mobster I’ve been wanting to see again.
I grin, keeping my back on the couch as I begin attacking my blouse buttons in excitement. His beastly eyes keep on me, becoming wilder as I bare my breasts; my tight peaks firm and waiting for those teeth he’s been keeping gentle. Though gentle is the last thing I want right now.
Vance stands towering over me naked, his thick length pointing at my body, creating a tension inside as I think of that thing being in…well, me.
“This won’t be easy, angel,” he warns lowly, his eyes roaming my flesh. “I’ve wanted to fuck your innocence out of you since you decided to come to my shop. Now, baby…I don’t know if going slow is in the cards.” His hard digits wrap under my knees, tugging me over to the edge of the sofa to where my butt is now teetering off.
My heart is beating like it would near a hanging cliff. Pure adrenaline rushing through as Vance looks me over.
“I don’t need slow,” I whisper faintly, watching as he stands above me and leans in, rubbing his hard tip against my entrance, teasing it there.
“Even better,” a growl rumbles out just before he snaps his hips, lodging his tip inside my pulsing opening.
I groan, shuddering as my body resists the invasion while it feels so good, I’m nearly convulsing as he slides more inside.
“Going to fuck your tight pussy so fucking hard, angel. You have no idea.” He pushes in deeper to where my groans amplify, feeling him tunnel his way inside as my thighs quiver, my sex clenching as I fight the pain that’s starting to further bloom.
“Yes, please,” I whine, loving what he’s doing to me even through the ache.
“That’s right you little tease. Beg for me,” Vance snarls, thrusting forward, harder, faster while ripping into me, bringing on a burning sensation.
I squirm, trying to evade the pain of his thick shaft inside my small opening, but nothing works. The pain only magnifies as he moves further in.
“You ready to be mine, angel? Ready to become a woman?” Vance’s low groans turn me on, watching as he gnashes his teeth, glaring at me.
“F-for you,” I whine.
“That’s fucking right, Nina. And who does this tight little pussy belong to?” he barks, shoving his shaft all the way in, the pain attacking my belly now rippling further out.
It hurts, but…oh, why does it feel so good? Vance pulls back, fighting my clenching hole before shoving forward again, making me see how much I need this.
“You,” I whisper between breaths. “It’s yours,” I tell him, giving him what he wants and what I know to be true. He shoves his length in deeper, holding for a split second before retracting, going in again.
My breasts quiver, bouncing as he grabs my ass and squeezes, using his hold to pull me down into every hard rhythmic pound.
“That’s right, angel. Mine. This pussy belongs to me now,” Vance grunts, hammering in and out as the sound of slapping flesh and rough breathing join my soft-lit cries. “You’re going to drink it down every hole, aren’t you, angel?”
“I-I will…please,” I continue to beg, never wanting him to stop as my body tightens over. A hot poker of pain filled pleasure explores every inch—my sex, my clit, my lips. My whimpers come in bursts as I dig my fingers down his arms, needing the tension to break.
His lips slam on mine, consuming my raw sounds as he groans with every thrust. A desperation clinging the air as I’m stiff, succumbing to my body’s doing as my climax ripples through. Then I’m shaking, given this second wave as Vance groans jerking deep inside of me, spewing his hot liquid load all along my slippery walls.
He pounds in harder, stronger by his moves as our bodies beat together, reaching a point I don’t think we either believed could be reached.
My limbs are numb as I fade down, my sex quivering as it continues taking his stiff cock till every last drop slips out.
“Nina,” he groans, coming down as his hands shift to my waist. “Such a dirty little girl dressing like this.” His eyes drag up my chest. “Needed my dick that bad, huh?” he mutters, then licks one of my nipples as his cock slowly slides back up my walls.
I’m still panting, regaining my steady breath. “Y-yes, I did. I did, Vance,” I sigh, floating as little shocks zing through my body as he keeps thrusting, the softening flesh retracting in me not putting a stop to him. It’s as if the man can’t stop.
“I love this tight pussy,” he croons, falling still as he keeps his position over me, kissing my sensitive breasts. “Just like I love you, angel.”
I stiffen, wondering if I just heard what I think I just did…
I come tumbling back to earth as I get a grip on my pleasure.
“You, you love me?” I croak, my heart thumping as my hands tremble, watching as Vance grins, shaking his head while giving me that arrogant look I’ve seen him reserve for others.
“Would I move you in here, nearly keeping you hostage while contemplating burning your apartment down just to be on the safe side, if I didn’t love you?” he smiles, shocking me speechless.
“V-Vance!” I don’t know what else to say. After days of finding my feelings taking over, feeling a love for the man I’m only starting to get to know, I’m overwhelmed by the words coming from his smooth lips that I can’t wait to get a feel of again.
“What, angel? You know it’s the truth. That’s why I know you love me, Nina. I can see it in your eyes just like I know you can see it in mine. I’m not looking to hide a fucking thing from you. You’re the only important being in my life. And this,” he pauses, reaching down to cup my sex to where we’re still joined, “is all mine.”
I smile as he begins peppering kisses along my lips, then moves his way down to my nipples before lifting back up. “And all of this,” he whispers, “it’s all mine. I love you, Nina.”
“And I love you, Vance. All of you.” I can’t hold back as just like that, he claims every part of me as he sweeps my heart away.
“That’s my girl.” His low growl has his jaw tensing all while his eyes burn with this wicked light. “Now, tell me, Nina. What’s it going to be like being married to a mob boss?” He cocks his eyebrows as my smile lights up, struck by love as I begin envisioning a life with the only man I’ve come to love by my side.
Part of me suddenly feels the need to thank Serena in some way…if it wasn’t for her texting me the address to Vance’s shop on one of my random whim’s, I wouldn’t be laying here, met with the blazing eyes of my now future husband…
